The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 27

“Look clearly, who am I?”

Sheng Li’s fingertip pinched the blazing-hot fox tail. The fluffy fur settled into his palm. With a slight squeeze, he could break this tail.

The person consumed by estrus vaguely looked up, humming: “Daoist Priest…”

She only knew that the person in front of her was the one who could help her resolve her need; only he could do it.

No one else.

The sweet scent, automatically emitted due to the rising estrus, surged toward this single person.

But he seemed quite displeased to hear the words “Daoist Priest.”

“Say it again?” The warning and displeasure in his tone were so obvious, yet Xiaoyu couldn’t perceive it.

The magic seal on her fox ears gradually dissipated. The tide of desire surged over and over, drowning Xiaoyu’s remaining sanity.

She only knew how to follow her body’s instinct: to touch the only person she wanted to touch, to adhere tightly to the other party, and to possess them.

This desire had never been so intense, overwhelming all reason, growing stronger each time.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get even a tiny bit closer to the person she craved.

Why reject her? Why block her? Haven’t you helped me twice already? Why can’t you help one more time?

Beneath the girl’s lightly fluttering lashes, confusion and grievance overflowed bit by bit.

Only the tip of her tail could feel the familiar coldness, but this was utterly insufficient to quell the heat consuming her body.

“Don’t…”

Xiaoyu grew anxious. She raised her hands, trying to touch the person herself, but her raised hands were immediately seized, held tightly and prevented from moving at all.

The released fox tail found an opportunity and immediately wrapped itself around that person.

Sheng Li held Xiaoyu’s hands with one hand and pressed his other hand against her forehead, leaving him no time to deal with the mischievous fox tail.

The fox tail wrapped around his waist, little by little seeking gaps to burrow in.

Sheng Li could clearly see the constant flush on Xiaoyu’s face. The moving redness clashed with her beautiful and enchanting appearance. Her eyes, hazy with a watery mist, were like a hook; anyone who saw them would have their soul tremble and lose their mind to this hook.

But Sheng Li would not.

He clearly knew that the person this fox desired was not him.

He had the memories of Wen Yu personally helping Xiaoyu suppress her estrus, but he wouldn’t fall into the confusing perceptions that had troubled Wen Yu’s mind.

So Sheng Li isolated Xiaoyu’s attempts to get close.

Even though the fox in front of him was so uncomfortable she couldn’t stand straight.

The tail wrapped around his waist seemed to find a concealed gap, eagerly drilling inside, but only hitting the solid inner clothing.

The tip of the tail poked insistently. The feeling of a foreign object transmitted to Sheng Li. He looked down, saw the tail tip burrowing into his clothes, and instantly his expression darkened.

“That demon is actually seducing Master!” Duanmu Ying had just escaped the nightmare of Nan Chenghui attacking them when she saw the fox demon desperately trying to cling to Wen Yu. She shouted out in anger on the spot.

Sure enough, this fox demon approached Master with ulterior motives; she’s not harmless as she appears.

She now wished she could take a sword and cut off that fox tail, but she was severely injured and couldn’t even stand up.

She could only watch in resentment.

Then she thought of Lord Fushan and immediately looked at him.

She intended to beg Lord Fushan to help save Wen Yu and kill the demon, but she saw Lord Fushan was trembling all over, his face pale, and his condition extremely abnormal.

Her gaze moved down. After seeing the swollen veins on Lord Fushan’s wrist, a terrifying conjecture flashed through her mind.

Duanmu Ying immediately shouted at Wen Yu: “Master, Lord Fushan is about to explode!”

This shout made Sheng Li frown. He looked up, saw Lord Fushan’s state, and immediately understood.

He had overused his spiritual power. His unsealed meridians couldn’t withstand such usage. If his meridians weren’t completely sealed immediately, he would explode and die.

Sheng Li didn’t want to bother.

Lord Fushan was irrelevant to him.

The little fox’s soft whine sounded near his ear: “So uncomfortable…”

The increasingly intense fragrance spread. Sheng Li smelled the scent, which was practically drowning him, and rapidly scanned the surroundings.

The demon beasts, intimidated by his presence, swiftly lowered their heads, daring not to look at the fox.

A subtle emotion surfaced. When his gaze met Duanmu Ying’s, she immediately said: “Master, that fox demon definitely has malicious intentions!”

Sheng Li didn’t even spare her a glance.

Malicious intentions?

He was the one who originally sent this malicious fox to approach Wen Yu and kill him.

Now, she had become Wen Yu’s fox.

The only person with malicious intentions was him.

The fox tail at his waist was still trying to burrow inside. Sheng Li simply used the hand that was pressing Xiaoyu’s forehead to pinch it and pull it out.

The fluffy fox tail instantly filled his entire palm. Before he released it, it immediately coiled around that hand.

The unobstructed head immediately fell onto Sheng Li’s chest, hitting it squarely.

A cool, clear aura washed over her. Xiaoyu instinctively sniffed. After smelling the familiar scent, she burrowed into his embrace.

Sheng Li looked at her intoxicated appearance, truly wanting to peel away this fox skin and see what kind of person had possessed the original fox.

So stupid she can’t even control her own estrus, yet she seeks help from others.

“Master, Lord Fushan is already experiencing spiritual power leakage!!”

Duanmu Ying’s shouts interrupted Sheng Li’s thoughts.

He didn’t look immediately, but followed the fox tail in his palm to Xiaoyu’s lower back, to the base of the tail.

He was about to use devil energy, but noticing the almost-vanished suppression seal on Xiaoyu’s fox ears, he ultimately switched to spiritual power.

Earlier, Wen Yu had almost burned out his blood. If it weren’t for the devil energy absorbed from Nan Chenghui supporting the body, this shell would have long turned to dust.

Sheng Li squeezed out the tiny bit of spiritual power remaining and pressed it to the base of the tail, but the spiritual power was not used to suppress the estrus.

Feeling the cold hand on her tail, the momentary relief made Xiaoyu’s eyes instantly widen, and excitement flashed across them.

“There…”

Her bright eyes, full of anticipation, had just opened. Before she could finish speaking, her voice abruptly cut off.

Xiaoyu’s figure vanished. A fiery red fox, whose tail was held by Sheng Li, suddenly appeared.

The fox, now possessing claws, immediately embraced Sheng Li’s arm, desperately climbing onto him.

Sheng Li stood still, allowing the fox to move.

Until he sensed that Lord Fushan was about to explode.

A low-cultivation cultivator exploding wouldn’t cause much harm, but once a cultivator like Lord Fushan, who had cultivated for centuries and possessed a deep foundation, exploded, the resulting power would affect a hundred li (Chinese miles) radius.

Sheng Li looked down at the fox clinging to him, letting it hold onto his arm like an ornament.

After getting a good look at the fox’s fur color, he admitted that the little fox’s fur was indeed beautiful.

Duanmu Ying’s anxious voice sounded in his ear again. Only then did Sheng Li step toward Lord Fushan.

The sword-in-flute closely followed Sheng Li, obeying his command to turn into fragments and surround Lord Fushan.

“Master—”

Duanmu Ying had just shouted when she saw Xiaoyu forcibly revert to her original form. She wanted to say that Wen Yu finally remembered to deal with this fox, but she saw him walk straight to Lord Fushan without sparing her a single glance, and she immediately silenced herself.

Seeing the fox demon constantly moving and struggling to cling to him, she wanted to pull the fox demon off.

But she didn’t have the courage.

The scene of being scolded before had not yet been forgotten.

She couldn’t anger Wen Yu again.

As Duanmu Ying saw, Xiaoyu was completely unaware that she had turned into a fox. Her four paws worked together to cling onto Sheng Li.

Her fluffy tail coiled around Sheng Li’s arm, rubbing here and there.

With every step Sheng Li took, her fox ears swayed once.

When her claws were about to touch Sheng Li’s neck, a hand gently pushed her claws down. With a slight shake of his arm, Xiaoyu, the entire fox, dropped half an arm’s distance.

Her claws tightly hooked onto his sleeve, which prevented her from falling.

Xiaoyu didn’t give up and continued to climb.

By now, Sheng Li had reached Lord Fushan, looking at him through the barrier formed by the fragments.

Lines of blood covered Lord Fushan’s face. The exposed skin was nearly split open, like dry, cracked dead skin, but beneath it was hideous bloody flesh.

Sheng Li raised his hand, but it was the arm Xiaoyu was coiled around.

He glanced at the fox still climbing, simply reduced her size, and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck with his other hand, pulling her off.

He focused on solving the problem of Lord Fushan’s imminent explosion.

With his spiritual power unable to sustain the barrier, Sheng Li could only use the absorbed devil energy to infuse the fragments, strengthening the barrier.

Dense black devil energy flowed out from his palm, drilling into the barrier and quickly seeping into the cracks in Lord Fushan’s skin.

Duanmu Ying was filled with disbelief when she saw this scene.

Master can actually manipulate devil energy?

She quickly glanced at Lord Fushan, then turned her gaze to the unconscious Nan Chenghui, whose pale face was no longer shrouded in devil energy.

The shock in Duanmu Ying’s heart at this moment was no less than when she learned Nan Chenghui was a devil.

How can a human cultivator wield the power of the Human Clan’s nemesis?

Is Master not only a sword cultivator, but also…

Her confusion didn’t last long.

Demon beasts began to approach. They surrounded the Demon Domain Lord but didn’t dare to leave easily.

When Rong Niang arrived, she found that the two people who were very important to her were both injured.

With her current status, she couldn’t approach Lord Fushan.

The conflict between the two races was right in front of her. She had no choice but to stand with her own people.

“Immortal Master, my father was provoked by a wicked person to attack you. He absolutely had no intention of killing you.”

Rong Niang was anxious. On one side was her father, and on the other was the person she loved.

She should have thought of it earlier. When she went to inform Yue Fu, her father must have known her whereabouts. She should have made them leave immediately then.

And take Yue Fu with them.

She knew she couldn’t influence Wen Yu’s decision now, but she couldn’t just watch her father be killed.

Seeing the severed tail lying on the ground, Rong Niang was filled with heartache and regret.

Sheng Li finished treating Lord Fushan, locking all his meridians to prevent the explosion.

However, there was no intact part on Lord Fushan’s body. Scorched, bloody flesh clung to the skin. The man was unrecognizable.

The fragments reassembled into the jade flute, which flew to Sheng Li’s side but had nowhere to hang.

Sheng Li’s waist was already occupied by Xiaoyu, leaving no space whatsoever.

The fox lay sprawled out, horizontally dominating the front of Sheng Li’s waist. Her tail wrapped around to occupy the back.

The main objective was to be completely entwined, leaving no gap.

Sheng Li didn’t even look down, directly reaching out to pull off the troublesome fox.

She had already burrowed her head into his clothes, desperately tugging at the seam.

Shoot, I shouldn’t have turned her back into her original form.

When Xiaoyu saw the hand reaching for her, she knew she was about to be separated from this tempting body. She quickly scrambled out using all four paws, hooked onto the clothes, and climbed up, darting onto Sheng Li’s back.

However, that touch immediately led to Sheng Li unceremoniously pulling her down. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck with one hand and held the jade flute with the other.

“I underestimated your vitality.”

Sheng Li shrunk her down again, stopping when she was no bigger than his palm.

Xiaoyu whined in dissatisfaction, but with her throat of fate clutched, she could only stare helplessly at the person, unable to do anything.

Sheng Li held the squirming fox and turned to face the vast crowd of demon beasts behind him.

Rong Niang stood at the very front. Her petite figure seemed extremely tiny among the pile of demon beasts.

When she saw Sheng Li turn around, she slightly sideways looked toward Lord Fushan. The sight of those extremely brutal and hideous injuries filled her heart with a sudden pang of pain.

Both people she cared about were so severely injured. How could she feel at ease?

“Immortal Master, Lord Fushan is so severely injured, he needs treatment.” Rong Niang looked back at the Demon Domain Lord. Sand Demons could recover from injuries with sand, but the Human Clan was different.

“My clan has a human medical cultivator with excellent medical skills. If the Immortal Master trusts me, I will call her immediately to treat your injuries.” Rong Niang suppressed the fear in her heart, forcing herself to manage the situation.

She was anxious, but she absolutely couldn’t lose her composure at this time.

It was her father who attacked others first; they had no moral ground.

Sheng Li’s fingertips pinched the miniaturized fox body of Xiaoyu. The fox comfortably enjoyed his service, whimpering softly, her paws clasping his finger.

“Then lead the way.”

As soon as he spoke, joy flashed across Rong Niang’s face.

“Please follow me, Immortal Master.”

The demons parted to make a path under Rong Niang’s command.

Rong Niang restrained the urge to rush toward Lord Fushan, leading the group back.

They came with great fanfare, and left covered in scars.

Serpent Demons were sent to carry Nan Chenghui and Duanmu Ying. Duanmu Ying resisted the touch of the demon beasts, but seeing her Master’s retreating back, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.

Rong Niang, walking at the front, frequently looked back, unable to resist asking: “Is Lord Fushan very seriously injured?”

Sheng Li looked up, his gaze sweeping past Rong Niang and resting on Lord Fushan.

He only said: “He won’t die.”

Most of Sheng Li’s thoughts were focused on who was the mastermind behind this siege. He continued to fiddle with the little fox in his hand intermittently.

But he forgot one thing.

Once a demon beast’s estrus begins, it will persist unless it is completely released or suppressed.

Although Xiaoyu had been shrunk in size, she was still emitting the fragrance that signaled courtship.

The surrounding demon beasts were numerous, and almost all of them could smell this scent.

Rong Niang could smell it too.

Following the scent, her gaze fell upon the little fox in Sheng Li’s hand.

“Immortal Master, is the fox in your hand in estrus?”

Rong Niang saw Sheng Li look at her, thinking she had asked the wrong question, and quickly apologized.

Sheng Li, however, said: “That is true.”

Rong Niang finally felt a little reassured and examined it carefully. Although they belonged to different demon domains and different races, their habits were largely similar.

“When her estrus arrives, has she… mated with a demon beast before?”

As a demon beast, Rong Niang was quite direct in her wording.

Sheng Li didn’t answer immediately.

Based on his current memory of Xiaoyu, her estrus had always been suppressed, and she had never engaged in such behavior.

Before being sent to kill Wen Yu, this fox was supervised by his subordinate, making such an opportunity impossible.

Furthermore, judging by her frantic and uncoordinated rubbing, she clearly had no experience in this regard.

Rong Niang assumed his silence meant affirmation and said again: “If she had before…”

Sheng Li suddenly interrupted: “No.”

Rong Niang was stunned. Before she could react, Sheng Li’s question came out: “Can’t your Demon Clan control your estrus?”

“Yes, we can,” Rong Niang choked a bit, continuing: “When one’s demonic power is strong enough, it can be controlled.”

Hearing this, Sheng Li found it amusing.

Hoping for this fox’s demonic power to increase was less practical than asking her to soak in cold water forever.

He lifted the fiery red fox with one hand, his fingertips kneading her, casually running across her back.

However, upon noticing the demon beasts affected by the scent, his expression instantly darkened.

He abruptly tucked the little fox into his sleeve, isolating her from the outside world.

“Immortal Master, forgive my presumption,” Rong Niang hesitated for a long time before daring to speak: “The Demon Clan is different from the Human Clan. If estrus is suppressed for too long or too severely, it can damage the foundation.”

Sheng Li looked directly at her: “What, do you want me to help her resolve it?”

Rong Niang apologized profusely.

She didn’t mean that; she was merely offering a kind reminder.

After this remark, she never brought up the subject of estrus again.

Upon returning to the palace, Rong Niang called for the old woman.

When the old woman saw the scene, she was so frightened her legs trembled.

She forced herself to examine and treat the two of them, then wanted to flee out of fear.

Sheng Li glanced at her but didn’t say anything.

“Master, we—” Duanmu Ying was a little wary of the current Wen Yu. She had just recovered slightly, and since he was the only backbone here, she could only seek her Master’s help.

Sheng Li shot her a sidelong look. His fierce gaze immediately silenced Duanmu Ying.

“When will he wake up?”

When Sheng Li asked, Rong Niang understood he was asking about her father, and replied: “My father’s injury is not fatal. He should wake up in a few shichen…”

Rong Niang didn’t dare to say more, only hoping they could weather this ordeal and avoid further consequences.

The hall was silent. Rong Niang dismissed all the retainers.

This caused even the slightest sound to be infinitely amplified.

A rustling in his sleeve. A fluffy head poked out from the cuff, biting Sheng Li’s hand.

It was neither hard nor soft, like an intimate touch between partners.

Sheng Li frowned, pulling Xiaoyu out. A shallow mark was left on the back of his hand, resembling a declaration of possession—This person is mine!

He had matters to attend to and no time to play with a fox. He stuffed the jade flute into Xiaoyu’s embrace.

As the cold jade flute was taken into her embrace, Xiaoyu’s tail immediately coiled around the end of the flute. Her four paws held onto the flute without letting go, her attention momentarily diverted.

“Then let me ask you.” Sheng Li said, “How long has the Devil Clan been in collusion with you?”

Rong Niang didn’t know and shook her head, hesitating whether to mention the conversation between her aunt and father.

“Think carefully.”

Sheng Li’s soft words immediately startled Rong Niang.

To protect the Demon Domain, she had no choice but to reveal what she had overheard.

“Call her here.” Sheng Li commanded, growing impatient.

He hadn’t paid much attention when the old woman came earlier, but now he realized that the ability to make him have almost no impression of her—an ordinary medical cultivator—was impossible.

Rong Niang immediately ordered someone to find her, but only received a reply that she couldn’t be found.

Anxious, she wanted to go herself but was stopped by Sheng Li.

“Take me directly to her residence.”

If the person couldn’t be found, the place she stayed would surely leave clues.

Rong Niang hastily nodded and strode forward, even as her chest and lungs struggled for breath.

She didn’t want to think ill of the people around her, but if her aunt truly colluded with the Devil Clan, could they really escape safely?

The news of assassinating a high-status human cultivator would surely incite an all-out attack from the Human Clan.

Aunt, I only hope you simply despise the Human Clan.

The room was clean. No matter how much they searched, they couldn’t find a single trace.

Rong Niang’s face was pale. She checked repeatedly, only seeing neatly folded new clothes.

“Immortal Master, my aunt, she…”

Rong Niang frantically started to explain, only to see the bed covers thrown back, revealing a pit large enough to hold a person.

She leaned in to look, drawing a sharp breath that she couldn’t exhale.

Until Duanmu Ying’s scream rang out, shattering all her composure.

“Aunt!”

Coincidentally, they both called a woman “Aunt.”

A person lay at the bottom of the pit, emaciated and withered, clearly having been imprisoned for many days.

Duanmu Ying jumped down and pulled the woman out.

Finally finding her missing Aunt Lian Qiao, Duanmu Ying’s heart, besides joy, was filled with hatred for the Demon Clan.

“It was indeed you demon beasts who did this!” She held Lian Qiao in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes, forcing herself not to let them fall.

Sheng Li spoke at the appropriate time: “Wake her up.”

Duanmu Ying glared at Rong Niang, then went to wake Lian Qiao. Threads of spiritual power were injected. A moment later, under the gaze of several people, Lian Qiao opened her eyes.

Seeing Duanmu Ying, her lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with accusation.

“It, it was them…”

Lian Qiao looked around. When she saw Wen Yu’s face, she trembled slightly, then, as if seeing a savior, she said to him: “Sword Venerable, are you here to save me?”

Sheng Li stared intently at Lian Qiao, seemingly trying to see right through her.

The two looked at each other, not speaking a word for a long time.

“You are a medical cultivator,” Sheng Li suddenly spoke.

Lian Qiao was the Vice Sect Leader of Yuehui Sect, and also a medical cultivator of high skill.

Although Sheng Li had never interacted with her, Wen Yu’s memories contained this person.

Lian Qiao nodded weakly. Just as she was about to reply, a demon beast suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

“Her estrus has begun. Help her suppress it.”

The command was stated as a matter of course, allowing no refusal.

Duanmu Ying wanted to object but was grasped by the hand by Lian Qiao, who soothed her emotions.

“Please allow the Sword Venerable to wait for me to recover some strength. Just one ke (quarter hour) will suffice.”

The elderly woman pleaded, a heart-wrenching sight.

Sheng Li stood there, waiting stiffly for a full ke for her.

Before taking Xiaoyu, Lian Qiao asked, seemingly casually: “Is this the new demon pet the Sword Venerable has taken in?”

Sheng Li gave her a fleeting glance. Lian Qiao quickly said: “It was presumptuous of me, Sword Venerable, please forgive me.”

She looked Xiaoyu over and over for a while, then hesitated: “I have only treated humans. The same method used on a demon beast might not work.”

Sheng Li simply told her to treat her.

Lian Qiao also cast a Clarity Spell. A moment later, the previously agitated fox gradually calmed down.

Her blurry eyes widened. Her amber demon pupils stood erect. The moment she saw the person staring at her, she immediately bristled, instantly breaking free from Lian Qiao’s hands with a swoosh, and ran far away.

“It seems to have worked.” Lian Qiao squinted. While everyone’s attention was on Xiaoyu, an odd look flashed in her eyes as she looked at Xiaoyu.

Sheng Li didn’t give Xiaoyu time to recover, immediately turning her back into her human form.

Her vision suddenly becoming higher, Xiaoyu looked down at her hands. Remembering what she had done in her beast form earlier, she felt utterly humiliated.

How could this be!